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Stefan Smith Dec 2014
A feeling
so brittle
Like glass against a fist
Yet
So controlling
Like a fragile breeze
against an arrow's flight.
So intentional
that i cease to guess twice
And
As it collides with my senses
I observe, it,
to
entice me.
Oh such feelings.
Stefan Smith Dec 2014
Thoughts
chiseled by my insecurities.
Illusions
through my kaleidoscope memories.
I see everything
yet nothing
In unison
Without unity.

A wordless stutter,
within.
Stefan Smith Dec 2014
It's when,
My heartbeat
Follows yours
As i enter your presence.
That's when,
I capture the essence.
Stefan Smith Dec 2014
Jimi Hendrix was your favorite band,
So I wanted to be able to connect with you.
I obsessed my time to understand,
The same knowledge of him you knew.

Every time i listened to Hendrix
I tried to think the thoughts you thought;
An attempt to connect with your senses
With the same joy to you he brought.

He always kept his guitar on rhythm
Like a heart beat's pulse.
Is it this that gave you peace within,
To make the problems seem false?

But you were overtaken by temptation
Before I could get to know you better.
Death disguised through a drug's sensation.
Now i listen to Hendrix like you wrote me a letter.

I hear the life that was exposed
Through the plucking of his string
When he produced what he composed,
When sang what he would sing.

I close my eyes and picture you, dad;
What you would look like.
The rare moment you'd be glad,
When your elation would take flight.

I love Hendrix because i love you, dad;
And i wish you could know that.
I don't judge you for going mad,
I just listen to Hendrix because you'd love that.
                                                           ­                           
                                     ­         And read your letter.
Letter to my dad.

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